by Mark Weinrich

There is sanctuary
when the world outside
is swallowed whole
in rumbling roar
of a waterfall.

I’ve come to unwind
my tangled thoughts,
my knotted emotions.
Hoping for agility of mind
like this water in its
graceful slipping release.
But there is no strand 
for unraveling my 
disappointments and regret.
I shout at life’s unfairness,
knowing the only one who hears
is He who has never turned away.
He bids me, cast all my heart-aches
upon Him. I struggle with just
the thought of lifting them.

My skin is chilled, but my heart 
is warmed as I trust His Spirit, 
to help me heave this bundled mess
into the foam. Through explosions
of shimmering mist, we watch it
fall and fall and fall…

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Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.